"What?”
"Ride me fucking faster.”
"No.” I slowed down even more. "I like it like this.”
His muscles tensed. He was fighting the urge to grab me.
"You’re learning patience,” I murmured.
"I hate it.”
"I know.” I kissed his throat. "But you’ll survive it.” I bit lightly into his skin. He shuddered.
"Now you know what it’s like,” I whispered, "to be helpless.”
"Pandora, I’m begging you . . .”
"I like that.” I sat up. "Keep begging.”
I started moving faster. Then stopped again.
"No,” he groaned. "What are you doing to me?”
I smiled. "My rules.”
But as I sank onto him again and felt all of him, something coiled inside me. My breath grew heavier. It felt so damn good. I was already pulsing.
"You’re losing control,” he said quietly.
"No,” I whispered, but I rode his dick faster.
"Yes.” His eyes burned. "I can see it.”
I tried to slow down but couldn’t.
"You want it just as much as I do,” he murmured.
"No . . .”
"Look at me.” His voice pressed on me. "Look me in the eyes.”
I did—and lost myself.
"There,” he whispered. "Now you’re mine again.”
My hips drove against him without restraint. I gasped for air but didn’t stop. "Neo,” I moaned.
"Yes.” His hands reached for me. "Now I’m allowed to.” His fingers dug into my skin, guided my movements. "You can’t resist. You want me just as much as I want you.”
"Yes,” I admitted. "Yes, damn it . . .”
"There’s my girl.” He drove his cock into me to the hilt.
I threw my head back. My control was gone.
"You see,” he groaned. "You’re mine. Always.” His hands moved to my breasts.
"Neo, I . . .” My walls clenched. Heat spiraled through me, gathering at my center. My thighs trembled, out of control.